The Beguilers E​.​P. - Songs of William Blake

by The Beguilers



The Beguilers are a F-IRE Collective band that weave crafted song-writing into the narratives of poems by Blake, Shakespeare, Joyce, Clare and many others, delicately bringing their images and metaphors to life with finely wrought harmonies and luscious melodies.


released June 6, 2012

Produced by Fred Thomas
Mixed and Mastered by Alex Bonney

Ellie Rose - vocals
Dave Shulman - clarinets
Fred Thomas - guitars, percussion, piano, bass, BVs, cello



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Track Name: The Little Boy Lost
The Little Boy Lost (W. Blake)

‘Father, father, where are you going?
Oh do not walk so fast!
Speak, father, speak to you little boy,
Or else I shall be lost.'

The night was dark, no father was there,
The child was wet with dew;
The mire was deep, and the child did weep,
And away the vapour flew.
Track Name: How Sweet I Roam'd
How Sweet I Roam’d (W. Blake)

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,
And tasted all the summer's pride
'Til the prince of love beheld
Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair
And blushing roses for my brow;
He led me through his garden fair,
Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,
And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage
He caught me in his silken net,
And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,
Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;
Then stretches out my golden wing,
And mocks my loss of liberty.
Track Name: Love to Faults is Always Blind
Love to Faults is Always Blind (W. Blake)

Love to faults is always blind,

Always is to joy inclin’d,

Lawless, wing’d & unconfin’d,
And breaks all chains from every mind.

Deceit to secrecy confin’d,

Lawful, cautious & refin’d,

To every thing but interest blind,

And forges fetters for the mind.

There souls of men are bought and sold,
And milk-fed Infancy for gold;
And Youth to slaughter-houses led,
And Beauty, for a bit of bread.